Chapter 1:
Harry felt as the Basilisk's poison seeped through his body. Tom stood over him laughing.
"Thought you could win?" Tom asked, his voice soft and taunting. "Not a chance."
"You shouldn't have done that." Harry spat as the venom started taking effect. "You really shouldn't of done that." He rose shakily to his feet.
"Really?" Tom asked, his voice full of mocking curiosity, "Why ever not?"
"Because-" Harry stammered out, "-no one fucks with me."
And with the last of his strength he ripped the fang out of his shoulder and slammed it into the book. Ink spurting everywhere and Tom's pain-filled screaming blurred in and out of vision as Harry felt, and saw, the blackness envelope him. Then there was nothing, no pain, no Tom Riddle, no Basilisk's venom, just emptiness. But there, on the edge of his hearing was a sound, the most beautiful sound. As the sound grew louder the source reviled itself, a Phoenix. Only this was the most beautiful, awe-inspiring and, dangerous, phoenix Harry had ever seen. It's wings and body were a flame, except there was no body, just flame. As it grew closer Harry blinked in surprise, it was massive. The phoenix landed and turned to face Harry.
"Do not fear, young one. I come in peace." It spoke into Harry's mind. It's voice commanded respect, no, it's voice forced respect. No one could hear a voice like that and not respect the speaker.
"You died. You should not of died. Beware Harry Potter, your path will be dangerous. You will be reborn. And like a newborn you will be naked and defenceless at first. Take care Harry Potter, for now it is time to return to the living."
The phoenix's flames grew and engulfed Harry. They didn't hurt, but they still stung. A particularly painful jolt forced his eyes open and even in this disoriented state he could tell two things, he was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets and he was naked. Damn that "god" was being literal. "Wait... god?" The trail of thought was rather suddenly cut off when the doors in front of him opened and water poured in. He had to think fast or die. Harry wasn't exceptionally bright, not like Hermione, but he had a knack for doing the impossible. So when a bubble-head charm appeared around him he wasn't surprised, even though such charm wasn't taught for a few years yet. Not to mention that he'd done so wandlessly.
The pressure crushed in on him, threatening to kill him. He had to get rid of this water. Glancing around he spotted a lever, above it faded gold words read "Emergency Draining Controls". Harry swam to it and, with effort, pulled down the lever. Nothing happened. Shit. Next to the lever a screen flickered on. It read "Airlock seal broken." Well that was just great. Oh well, at least there was only one way to go. He swam up the stairs and around the corner, under a partially closed door and up some more stairs. It was almost fun, if it weren't for the crushing pressure. Then he came face to face with the problem. The airlock door had buckled and the central piece was missing. Praying it'd work, Harry concentrated on the word "Repairo" and waved his hand. Two things happened. On one hand the door straightened out and the central piece flew back into position. On the other, his bubble-head charm failed. He tried and failed to get it to return. Tried again. Failed. Now running out of oxygen and panicking madly, Harry swam as fast as he could back down stairs. Halfway down the second set of steps he let out a breath despite himself. Suddenly he was in front of the lever. He grasped at it and forced it down. He smiled as the water started to drain away, then he blacked out.
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
"She's conscious Brigid! She's conscious!"
"All right, put her under whilst I attempt to merge the DNA of the little one and the slug."
...
"Hello? Can you here me? Hello?"
"Hello?" Harry called back. Only it wasn't his voice, it was the voice of a young girl.
"Good, no signs of mental trauma. The operation was a complete success."
A crash. Gunfire. Screams. The table falls infront of her. People moving about. The door shutting. The cold.
...
"Little one! Are you okay?"
"Where- Where am I?" Harry heard himself reply in that same girl's voice.
"Hmm, loss of memory. This could be, useful. Your name is Lily Evans, and you're in Rapture. Tell me little one, would you like to see your family?"
...
"Thank you Heir Evans, thank you for saving the little one."
"I'll raise her as my own."
Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
Footsteps, coming closer. Two sets, one small on very large. Stopping... Where were they? Right next him. Great, time to open our eyes. Two figures stood over him, a small girl with glowing yellow eyes and a very tatty dress and a massive, hulking... thing.
"Look daddy, it's an angel! I can see the light coming from his belly! Wait, he's still breathing. Don't worry, he'll be an angel soon enough."
As they walked away the darkness re-encompassed him.
"Daddy? Daddy wake up. It's time to play." Standing above him was another little girl, only her dress was a lot cleaner. Groggily, Harry stood up. As he looked around him he froze. It was obvious where the water had come from now. Taking up most of one wall was a series of massive windows. But that wasn't what made him freeze. Outside the window was an impossible sight. Before him loomed a massive city complete with neon signs, on what appeared to be the bottom of the ocean.
A/N: This is a lot harder than expected.